Date: Tue, 29 Nov 2011 20:18:02 -0800
From: h.schreiber@hushmail.com
Subject: Chapter 21 of Rock and a Hard Place by Hans Schreiber

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Rock and a Hard Place

Chapter 21

What a Day

	I awoke with the television on and blaring out some exercise
infomercial. My limp penis was dangling across my thigh, and I was
shivering.  I pulled on the lever to the recliner, lowering my feet, and
stood up to pull my shorts back on. I shut the television off and stumbled
up the stairs to my bed. I crawled in under my warm covers and fell back to
sleep. When I finally woke again, I peeked over at the green eyed monster
to see that it was 6:00 a.m. and I realized that I had time to meet up with
Kirk and Scotty at our jiggle spot.
      Quickly, I hustled to the bathroom, pulled out my partially plump
dick and pissed. I tensed my abs to press against my bladder and speed up
the flow. I milked the last drops out and hurried back to my room, throwing
on my team sweats and running shoes. I rushed through my stretches and then
lit out at a quick pace. I arrived at the dirt road just as Scotty did and
we met up with Kirk who had been waiting for us. The cold morning air was
stinging my lungs.
      We greeted each other silently since we were struggling for
breath. We'd all worn our team sweats this morning and we looked like a
real team. Once Scotty and I were able to breathe somewhat normally, we
took off together up the dirt road until we reached the overgrown trail. We
slipped into a single file line as we jogged along the trail through the
trees. Dew soaked our sweats from the knees down. When we reached the small
clearing by the brook we leaned against the log and pulled off our
sweatshirts. I shuddered from the chilly air on my sweaty body and put my
sweatshirt back on. Kirk and Scotty did the same. I realized our jiggling
days were numbered.
      Kirk and I climbed up on the log facing each other and slipped our
sweat pants off, but we left our boxers on to leave some fabric, thin as it
was, between our bare asses and the log. We each pulled our dick and balls
out of our flies. Scotty just pulled his sweats down to his thighs then he
grabbed a boner in each hand and began stroking us. It was kind of cool to
watch Scotty's piston-like action pumping upward on Kirk's, then down on
mine, then up on mine and down on Kirk's, back and forth. Scotty leaned in
and pressed his erection against my calf and began rubbing himself off
along the silky fabric of my sweats.
      It didn't take long for all three of us to approach orgasm. Scotty
actually shot first. His cum splattered across our sweats and then drizzled
onto my already damp pant leg. Watching him shoot caused both Kirk and I to
slip over the mental edge and blow our own wads. Kirk and I sprayed each
other's sweatshirts with several squirts and then oozed out, slowly coating
Scotty's hands with our warm spew. When we were finished, Kirk and I both
leaned forward on our hands to recuperate. Our foreheads met in the middle
and we pressed them together resting against each other panting in
silence. Scotty flipped our warm cum off of his fingers and palms onto the
dew covered grass. He licked the residue off his fingers and wiped what was
still remaining onto his sweatpants.
      Scotty pulled the cum rag out of Kirk's backpack and tossed it to me
to wipe up with. When I was finished, I tossed it over to Kirk and then
slipped my shrinking goods back inside my fly, pulled my sweatpants back up
and then climbed off the log. I rubbed in the damp residue of gooey sperm
on my shirt spreading out the wet spots. Before leaving, and while Kirk was
cleaning himself up, I went to the brook and pulled out a smooth flat stone
and carried it over to the pile at the head of Sam's grave. I admired the
ice plant and how well it was growing. There was no need to water it
because it was damp with the morning dew and there was a forecast for rain.
      "That was awesome Scotty," I said with a smile. "I hope you got some
enjoyment out of it."
      "Oh yeah, it felt really good rubbing against the rayon fabric of
your sweatpants. I've discovered a whole new use for them."
      " It was really walk It was really hot watching you do us both that
way," said Kirk.
      "I'm glad you liked it," Scotty said. And then added, "We better get
going; at least a couple of us have to get to school this morning."
      "Yeah, lucky for me I got booted for a week. I'll just be lying
around the house vegetating, while you two are suffering it out in school."
      "Oh man, that's just wrong. I've got to go pick a fight with somebody
so I can get a vacation," Kirk said as he turned and began jogging down the
path.
      I lifted my foot up and grabbed the toe of my shoe, pulling my heel
up into my buttocks to stretch my upper thighs. As I did so, I started to
fall but Scotty steadied me and kept me from toppling over. I thanked him
and twisted to head off down the path when he pulled me back into him and
pressed his lips to mine. I kissed him back and closed my eyes. The tender
pressure of his lips against mine and the fresh, clean smell of morning dew
on the mountainside grass were accompanied by the soft background music of
the babbling brook. The tenderness of the moment took my breath away. Much
too quickly, the moment was over and Scotty was bounding down the path
behind Kirk, leaving me behind to relish the precious moment. "Hey Sam,
what did you think of that?" I asked out loud before jogging down the
trail.
      Fearing they might be late for school, Kirk and Scotty didn't wait
for me at the pavement. They simply turned and waved over their shoulders
as they jogged towards their homes. I understood and took no offense of
course. When I got home, I headed upstairs and stripped out of my clothes
and took a nice long, hot shower. It was glorious. I replayed the sensual
kiss with Scotty over and over in my mind. I pressed my lips against the
underside of my forearm to simulate the kiss. The shower water took the
place of the gentle sound of the babbling brook, and the smell of my
freshly washed hair substituted for the fresh clean smells of the
clearing. I stood there kissing my forearm and tickling my erection for
quite a while. Finally, I shut the water off and stepped out onto the soft
bathroom mat and began toweling myself off. I draped the towel over my
rigid boner like an improvised towel rack while I brushed my teeth and
popped a couple of small zits on my chin.
      Not seeing any need to get dressed, I headed to my room and lounged
around naked, reading and surfing the web. I wasn't really in the mood for
porn, so I just looked up different news feeds that were interesting to
me. I checked out a couple of scholastic wrestling sites and I did a little
research on the debate topic. I thought to myself how proud William would
be of me for doing that. I found one good nugget that I added to my
research list. That reminded me that I needed to make sure William, Scotty
and Bodie all remembered about the decorating committee meeting this
afternoon. I shot everyone a text message and asked William to remind
Brenda. I decided to do some Google searches on dance decorating. I saw a
really cool idea where they draped some sort of fabric across the roof of
the gym held up by wires. They put black lights above it and then hung
Silver stars so it was kind of like looking into a night time sky. I
thought I would suggest it and see if it was feasible to do in our gym.
      While I was texting, I chuckled about Mrs. Hansen's reaction when I'd
tried to use the excuse of being suspended for getting out of the
decorating committee. She just scoffed at me. She told me, "You just show
up and if there's any flack over it, I'll be responsible. I'll just plead
ignorance. It's generally much easier to get forgiveness than it is to get
permission."
      The rest of the day was mostly spent battling boredom. I actually
missed my classes and my friends. If I had something constructive to do and
could still hang out with my friends, I wouldn't really miss school, but
since neither of those were the case, I did miss it and was looking forward
to going over for the decorating committee meeting. I fixed myself a
sandwich and a bowl of soup for lunch. My dad called to check up on me and
I told him that I was fine. I reminded him that I was having a group of
friends over that evening. He expressed his concern over it, but then
quickly added that he trusted me.
      I decided to start working on my paper for the English essay
competition. I'd decided to base my paper around the different social
values of the Greeks as compared to our modern society and show how their
values played a role in shaping ours. The more I researched into their
societal practices, the more intrigued I became.
      Our word, "gymnasium," literally derives from the Greek "gymnazein"
meaning to "train in the nude." The idea of wrestling in the nude is both
disturbing and intriguing to me at the same time. Evaluated from our
modern, western values set, it seems inappropriate and wrong, yet in the
perspective of the Greek society, it was both appropriate and
natural. Nudity was commonplace amongst them in their society. Not that
people went around nude all day, but there was no stigma attached to seeing
or being seen nude for them.
      Greek society did not distinguish sexual normalcy or prowess by the
gender of the participants, but rather by the role that each participant
played in the sex act, penetrator or penetrated. The active, penetrative
role was associated with masculinity, higher social status, and adulthood,
while the passive role was associated with femininity, lower social status,
and youth. The most common form of same-sex relationships between males in
Greece was "paiderastia" meaning "boy love" or known as pederasty in
English. It was a relationship between an older male and an adolescent
youth. A boy was considered a "boy" until he was able to grow a full
beard. In Athens, the older man was called an erastes; he was to educate,
protect, love, and provide a role model for his eromenos, whose reward for
the erastes lay in his beauty, youth, and promise.
      The gymnasium was not only a place of athletic exercise, but rather a
place of learning as well. As a virile, athletic youth, I would almost
certainly have been paired with an erastes to mentor me and it would have
most likely had a sexual relationship attached to it. Naturally, in our
view, from our value set, we would consider that deviant and criminal. To
them, it was natural, and even beneficial to the young eromenos as a way to
mentor a young man into manhood.
      Doing the research and thinking about the whole pederasty thing got
me partially creeped out and partially horned up. I wondered if I really
had been born in that time, and if I was athletic like I am now, if I
really would have been selected as an eromenos. The idea of being mentored
by an older man in exchange for giving him sex was creepy and weird, but I
started to fantasize about it anyway.
      I remembered back on how I'd misunderstood my dad about the UNO
thing, thinking he'd wanted to mess around sexually with me and what a
weird experience that was. I thought about how the older men in Ancient
Greece were the dominant penetrators and the boys were the passive
receivers and that got me thinking about Scotty's offer to penetrate my
virgin ass after Fall Formal next week. Thinking about that got me even
more horned up. I was stroking my throbbing erection and wondering what it
would be like having Scotty's live throbbing cock up inside me. I was
slowly stroking my dick and slipped into a crazy mixed up fantasy of being
a boy in Ancient Greece. I grabbed the substitute Mr. Giggle's off my
dresser and wrestled with him on the floor for a minute and then pinned
him.
      "How did I do?" I asked my imaginary erastes.
      "Very well done," my mentor told me. "Your wrestling ability is
improving with every lesson. I think you will be a great Olympian. Now it
is time for another kind of lesson."
      "Oh no, not philosophy again," I complained.
      "No, not philosophy," he replied in my daydream. "This lesson you
will enjoy. I will teach you about the joys of sexuality and prepare you
for manhood. Lie here naked on the bed next to me."
      I imagined that my caring and gentle erastes removed his toga and
explained the basics of sex to me almost like the father/son talk I'd
experienced with my real dad when I was younger. Thinking about my father's
sex talk with me inserted him into the wacky fantasy I was having. I jumped
up and retrieved the rubber penis from its hiding spot in my closet and
greased it up quickly. I grabbed the new Mr. Giggles and slipped the penis
between his fuzzy legs and straddled him.
      I pressed the rubber tip against the clenched ring of my asshole and
dropped my weight onto the firm shaft. I felt the tip spread me open and
slide inside. Slowly and steadily I dropped onto the greasy, rubber penis
and felt the incredible filling sensations that came with it. "Oh," I
thought quickly for a Grecian name and the only thing that I could come up
with was Achilles. "Oh Achilles, your penis is larger than my father's," I
said as I slipped fully onto the rubber shaft until the soft fur of the
stuffed animal tickled against my ass cheeks. "It feels so good up inside
of me just like his does. I love it when my father fucks me with his big
penis. Do it to me like he does, Achilles." I pretended that I had actually
done it with my father in this wild and stupid fantasy I'd conjured up. I
continued, "My father likes to fondle my large testicles while I ride his
large erection. Do that for me too, Achilles. Play with my big nads." With
my free hand, I grabbed a fistful of my balls and squeezed them.
      I was really getting into the fantasy and enjoying the sensations of
the hard rubber penis up inside me. I was holding the rubber dick in place
with one hand while I slipped my fingers off my balls and up to my dick so
I could jack off. But the fantasy of being a Greek boy getting fucked by a
grown man was much creepier than sexually exciting to me as it turned out,
so I switched it up to a fantasy of Scotty being inside me. I guess I'm a
victim of our Western Puritan values. I imagined myself riding Scotty's
stiff banana. I wished the rubber dick was pliable so I could have bent it
into the shape of Scotty's unusual dick.
      "Oh, Scotty it feels so good. That's the spot." I sped up the pace,
impaling myself rapidly for a while and then I leaned down and kissed
Mr. Giggles' look alike. I sat back up onto the large shaft and resumed my
wild fucking action. I imagined Scotty telling me how good it felt for him
and how much he loved me. Soon, I was not only physically on the verge of
explosion, I was emotionally charged up as well. The imitation dick pounded
against the sensitive spot inside me and I ejected a powerful blast of cum
and cried out in ecstasy as familiar waves of pleasure rippled through
me. Shot after shot of thick, white, cum splattered over the stuffed
monkey's face. I collapsed onto my chest while the last bit of cum oozed
onto the stuffed animal's fur. I stared into the face of the green eyed
monster while trying to catch my breath and nearly shit the rubber dick
right out of my ass. I'd lost track of time and was going to be late for
the decorating committee meeting.
      I quickly grabbed the dildo and ripped it from my ass, retrieved a
hand towel from underneath my bed and frantically wiped up. I threw some
clothes on and ran down the stairs. I paused in the hall and contemplated a
somewhat crazy idea. I went in my dad's bedroom, opened the top dresser
drawer and extracted the key to the shiny Mustang that was meant to be mine
when I turned sixteen. Resolved to carry out the bad idea, I headed into
the garage and pressed the button to open the door. I climbed behind the
wheel and started it up.
      It had the nicest sound. My dad had put dual exhaust on it and it
purred. My stomach was flipping and flopping as I pressed the brake and
carefully slipped it into reverse and then crept out of the garage. Once
clear, I pressed the garage door button and watched the door descend fully
and stay shut before I continued down the driveway, onto the street and
then out of the security gate. I stopped and waved the guard over. He and I
get along well and I got his promise to not tell on me.
      I also warned him that I was having a party at my house and to let my
friends in later. He gave me knowing smile and waved me off. I handed him a
$20 bill with a wink and drove very carefully, so I wouldn't give a cop any
reason to pull me over. Being so short didn't help me look the part of a
legal driver, but I did my best to sit up very straight so I would look
taller in the seat. I thought I should have grabbed a couple of textbooks
to sit on.
      I made it safely to school and parked way in the back corner where no
one else was parked or would even walk by and possibly damage the car. I
was still nervous about driving it and shaking slightly as I walked up the
sidewalk and onto the school grounds.
      I found Mrs. Hansen's classroom and took the crap from everybody for
being five minutes late. I would have been much later if I hadn't illegally
driven. When they got tired of harassing me, I sat between Bodie and
William. "Dude, Bodie, I can't believe you actually came." I was happy to
see Scotty there too. They both had to get excused from practice to be
there. Somehow, Mrs. Hansen had gotten that all arranged as well. She
seemed to get whatever she wanted around the school. William and Brenda
were sitting next to each other and nervously avoiding conversation again
like on the bus. There were a few others there that I didn't really
know. Mrs. Hansen got it started and warned us that since the committee
hadn't made much progress in their earlier meetings, we needed to come up
with final decisions since the dance was next Saturday.
      We chatted about some more lame ideas like the pastel balloons from
last year. I could see Mrs. Hansen was getting nervous, so I suggested one
of the ideas I'd seen on the internet, "We could hang tulle from the
ceiling of the gym and put black lights above it and hang silver stars to
make it look like a night sky."
      "I'm not sure if we'll have enough budget for that much tulle," said
Mrs. Hansen.
      "Hey, we've got lots of tools at home we could borrow," suggested
Bodie.
      "Really?"  asked Brenda. "That's great. What color is it?"
      Bodie gave her an odd look and said, "Well, black and brown
mostly. Besides the tools, I got a bunch of signs we could hang on the
walls. It'd be cool? I've got 'stop' and 'yield' signs and like 'men
working' and 'one way' ones. We could call it Signs of Fall. Hey, I could
even follow Kyle around on the dance floor with a sign that says, 'Caution,
Falling Rocks.'"
      "You making fun of my dancing?" I asked.
      "Dude, it's hilarious how you dance."
      "Like you're any better," I said. "You dance like a plate umpire -
squat point, squat, pump your fist, squat throw your hands up."
      Everyone laughed. "I don't dance like that," Bodie protested.
      "Uhh, yeah you sorta do." A couple others nodded in agreement.
      "Shut-up." Bodie pretended to sulk, but it wasn't in his nature
really to do so.
      "And by the way, the tulle that I was talking about is spelled
t-u-l-l-e not t-o-o-l. It's a special kind of fabric that is really thin
and allows light to shine through it, kind of like a mesh. So if we could
get it and drape it over the ceiling on wires, we could make it look like a
night sky."
      "Oh. Well I never heard of anything like that. The only tools I ever
heard of you work with. I did think it was kind of a dumb idea to hang
tools from the ceiling but I didn't want to say anything since Mrs. Hansen
seemed to think it was a good idea." Everyone sort of chuckled at that but
Bodie didn't even blush over it.
	William spoke up, "In your defense, Bodie... or is it Brodie? I
hear you referred to by both monikers actually."
	"It's actually Bodie, but people screw it up all the time, even my
supposed friends do sometimes." He shot me an accusing look and I knew I
was guilty of it. Even though I'd known him a long time, for some reason
I'd misunderstood his name and called him Brodie for a long time and when
he finally corrected me, I kept getting confused which one it really was
and he just sort of got tired of correcting me and answered to either one.
	William continued, "In defense of Bodie, I was likewise severely
confused by the tool reference."
	The girls all seemed to know what I had been talking about, but the
guys all had no clue. Once we got the confusion out of the way, everyone
seemed to like the idea. Mrs. Hansen got on the internet and found a
bargain fabric store and priced out the tulle and decided since it could be
reused over and over again that it could probably get approved. She also
found a source for black lights that would fit right in the overhead
lighting fixtures. One of the other boys suggested instead of making silver
stars, we all bring twinkling lights from our Christmas decorations and
hang them up above the tulle. We decided to meet after sports practices on
Wednesday and get started with it. William reminded me of youth group at
church so we changed it to Tuesday. Mrs. Hansen contacted the maintenance
supervisor and she apparently had some sort of blackmail going with him as
well, because he agreed way too easily to set up all the wires across the
gym by anchoring bolts in the walls and tightly stretching the wire across.
	The next decision was what to do on the sides and the walls. Bodie
had a great suggestion for that. "We're clearing a whole hillside of trees
to get more acreage on the dry farm. There's a ton of trees with all the
branches, and the leaves have turned colors. We could cut the branches and
bring them in and hang them on the walls. We could even bring some of the
smaller trees in whole if we wanted. He pulled up pictures of it on his
phone and they really did look wonderful.
      Mrs. Hansen was back on the phone with the maintenance guy and
whatever she had on him must have been major, because he also agreed to
build stands to hold up the trees. One of the boys was a good artist and he
sketched out a diagram of how it could look like. We decided to get burlap
and glue the colored leaves to the burlap to hang on the walls. One of the
girls had another good idea to take pictures of couples going to the dance
during the coming week, like at lunchtime and after school, and then hang
them up amidst the leaves. Couples could then go find themselves hiding in
the leaves during the dance.
      We all agreed to meet the next day and the following Saturday as well
at Bodie's ranch and work on getting the trees and branches and leaves. We
left, buzzing with excitement over the dance. William and Brenda were
holding hands. "Hey William, you wanna hang out with us tonight. I'm having
some friends over later at my house."
	"I sincerely appreciate the magnanimous offer, however, I have a
previous engagement. I am dining with Brenda's family this evening."
	"Oh, already meeting the parents, eh?" Bodie said jokingly. William
and Brenda blushed at that.
	"Well come over after and if you want, you can even sleep over."
	William got his sullen look suddenly and he replied, "No, I cannot
accept. My father requires my presence at a ... a sort of meeting to be
held late this evening."
	The way he said it, I knew something bad was up. I didn't want to
press him in front of everyone else, but I was determined to find out what
the hell was going on with his father. I gracefully accepted his decline of
my offer and we all headed off. I arranged with Scotty and Bodie to have
Hawk pick us up around six. I drove even more carefully going home than I'd
done getting to the school. I passed a cop with his radar gun out and held
my breath as I went by. He paid no particular attention to me,
thankfully. I decided to stop at the market and get extra soda, more ice,
and a bunch of additional snacks for the party later. I parked way out away
from any other cars in the parking lot just like I'd done at school. When I
finally got the car back in the garage and the door closed behind me, my
whole body relaxed and I realized how incredibly nervous and tense I had
been. A giant smile crept over my face from pulling it off successfully.
	I left everything except the ice in the car and stuck the ice in
our deep freeze in the garage. I hurried upstairs to change into my dark
colored clothing for the covert operation that was coming up with the
"Screw Crew" and to clean up the mess I'd left from my "Big Fat Greek
Fantasy." When I walked in my room, I got a knot in my stomach. The rubber
dick and lube were gone. The cum rag was also missing and my bed was
made. The Mr. Giggles imposter was sitting back on my dresser staring at
me, laughing at me almost, I imagined. I'd been busted. I presumed that Dad
came home to check on me and found it all. Wow, was I ever
embarrassed. That also meant he'd know I'd taken the car. "Shit!" I said
out loud, "Shit, shit shit!"
      Realizing there was absolutely nothing I could do about it, and after
cursing myself multiple times for carelessly leaving it all out, I dressed
in my black jeans and a black sweatshirt. I got the snacks out of the car
and I pulled our two large Coleman coolers off the shelves in the garage
for the party later. The doorbell rang.
	Hawk and Bodie showed up on time and Scotty was already with
them. To my pleasant surprise, Dig was along as well. I jumped in the truck
and we sped off out the security gate and up Route 28 toward the
foothills. "Where we headed?" I asked.
	"Dude, I got a couple new signs scoped out that I gotta have and I
even got one for you to hang over your toilet. Oh, and here, I'm giving
this one to you for your bedroom." He handed back a yellow sign that said,
"Caution, Watch for Falling Rocks." I laughed with everyone else over it.
	"You need one of those embroidered on the crotch of your pants,"
Dig joked. "Only it should say, watch for falling boulders with the size of
your nuggets." I was surprised by Dig's overtly sexual comment and that
he'd noticed anything about my balls.
	We headed up to a working mine and drove around the edge of a
fenced off area. Hawk stopped the truck after turning around and facing
back down the hill, and then we all headed up the mountainside. Bodie had
tools in his hand. We climbed a fence and my stomach started churning with
the excitement of our illicit activity. "Hurry, before the guard comes back
around on his rounds," Bodie said. There were two signs here that Bodie
wanted. The first one said, "Danger, Blasting Zone. Stay Back 500 Feet."
	"Where you putting that one?" I asked.
	"On the ceiling above my bed, duh." Bodie answered with a big
grin. I just shook my head. The other one he wanted was for above my toilet
and said "Toxic Waste Area, Protective Equipment Required." We had to hike
a ways to get that one.
	We just finished unbolting the toxic waste sign when we heard a
truck coming. It was the guard. "OHHH SHIT!!!!" we all shouted in
unison. We took off running through the sagebrush and I tripped on a rock
and fell. I put a gash in my hand and jumped up and grabbed my sign and
took off running again. The guard started driving over the hillside after
us. He had to go slower than we could run, though, because of the rocks. We
reached the fence and slung the signs over it and scrambled over it like we
were Special Forces or something and jumped into Hawk's truck. Hawk started
it and we lit out, leaving the guard shouting obscenities at us in a cloud
of dust.
	"Oh, man that was sketchy," Dig said as we all broke out in nervous
laughter.
	"No shit," I agreed, "I thought I was a goner when I fell. I showed
off my bloody hand and we all chattered about it on our way to the next
stop on our little escapade. This time we were in a retirement community
near a golf course. Hawk busted up laughing as soon as he saw what Bodie
had in mind. Since it was a private community the sign had obviously been
ordered by the housing association and wasn't an official city street
sign. It was shaped in the usual yellow diamond for a caution sign, but it
had a line across the bottom of it and a parallel line above it with a
rounded bump in the middle of it. The lettering said, "Go Slow. Speed Humps
May Cause Damage." We were all busting up and had a hard time being quiet
while we removed the sign from the post. Our last stop was on the adjacent
golf course and I think it was my favorite sign of all. "Warning! There are
snakes in the tall grass. Do not search for lost balls in this area."
	"Where you putting that one?" I asked.
	"I was thinking of giving it to your friend, William. Do you think
he'd want it?" Bodie answered, completely serious.
	"Oh man, I can't decide if that's funny or cruel. I don't think
he'd get the humor in it so we better pass on giving it to him. Nice
thought though."
	"I'll take it if you don't want it," Scotty piped up. "My parents
didn't care about me putting the others up and I think they're hilarious."
Bodie handed it over with a deep bow.
      Having successfully pulled off our quadruple sign heist, we headed
back to my place. Hawk dropped us off but asked if he could come back with
a couple of buddies later on. I reluctantly agreed when Hawk promised not
to bring any of the assholes that harassed William at the bonfire. He
assured me that he didn't hang with them anymore after that mess. It was
part of the deal with his parents to get his driving privileges back. When
he left, I asked Bodie how Hawk knew about the party, and Bodie confessed
to sort of inviting him in exchange for taking us out to get the signs.
	Dig, Scotty, and Bodie all stayed at my place and helped me get it
ready. Bodie borrowed some tools from the junk drawer in our kitchen and
set to work hanging my new signs. I wondered what my father would think of
them. We set out the sodas in coolers with ice. I had a bunch of diet ones
for the wrestlers. I opened various kinds of chips and made popcorn. I
bought rice cakes for me, Dig and Scotty to munch on. We started playing
PS3 while we waited for some of the others to show up. I had some movies
rented and looked forward to playing host to my friends. I was a little
worried about Hawk coming.
      Bodie grew bored with PS3. He liked more physical activity and
suggested we play a game of "UGLY" on my pool table. We went to the game
room and I pulled the cover off the pool table and we all took our shoes
off. I set the eight ball at one end and we set the order as me, Dig, Bodie
and then Scotty going last. They all argued against following me since I
was the best at pool. Finally, Dig agreed to follow me so we could start. I
took the cue ball in my hand and rolled it across the table, striking the
eight ball. Dig quickly grabbed the cue ball and rushed to the opposite end
of the table and rolled the cue ball at the rolling eight ball and struck
it. Then it was Bodie's turn to quickly grab the cue ball and hurry to the
opposite side that the eight ball was on and try to hit it, but he
missed. The rule is, you have to be on the opposite end of the pool table
from the side that the eight ball is on, and you have to roll the cue ball
to hit the eight ball before it comes to a complete stop. If you don't hit
it in time, or if the person before you puts the eight ball in a pocket,
then you get a letter. The first one to get all four letters is "UGLY" and
loses.
      It gets really crazy as you are rushing around to get on the proper
side of the table and grab the cue ball and hit it. Being in stocking feet
on a tile floor added an element of fun to it as we slipped and slid
around. Scotty was the first one to get a letter as he was scurrying to the
opposite end of the table and slipped and fell flat on his ass. We all
busted up laughing and he stood up rubbing his tailbone. He started it
again and soon we were all at U-G-L and the next one to miss would be the
UGLY loser. Bodie, being the crazy dude he is, suggested a penalty for the
loser. When he told it to us we all groaned, but we all agreed to be
subject to it.
      The next round went a long time. We were flying around the table turn
after turn to stay alive and avoid the penalty. Scotty made a great hit on
the eight ball and it was slowing down on the opposite side that I was on
and I rushed to the other side of the table, grabbing the cue ball along
the way. In my rush, I slipped on the tile and missed my grip on the ledge
of the pool table and went flying down on my hip and sent the cue ball
rolling across the tile and into the games cupboard. I frantically crawled
on my hands and knees to retrieve the cue ball and then pushed off the
cupboard to get back just in the nick of time to sling the cue ball at the
eight ball as it was just about to roll to a stop. My roll was on target
and just in the nick of time to save it. I leaped into the air and tossed
my fist into the air, screaming "Yeah!" The other four were screaming and
yelling too and Dig, who had been counting his chickens before they
hatched, realized it was his turn now and shrieked as the white cue ball
fell into a pocket. He had to quickly pull it out and get to the end of the
pool table and roll it at the black, eight ball.  He too, barely hit the
eight ball in time to stay alive. Just as Bodie grabbed the cue ball for
his turn, the eight ball dropped into a corner pocket.
      "OHHHH NOOOOO!" Bodie cried out. He was UGLY and had to pay his own
penalty. The rest of us cheered and harassed him as Bodie groaned and
danced around. He was a good sport and made his way to the end of the
table. We all gathered on the opposite end with a pool stick in hand. Bodie
placed a quarter on the table's green felt about six inches from the edge,
hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and then groaned and
backed off.
      "No way!" we all said together.
      Then I added, "It was your whacked idea so you have to go through
with it."
      "I know, I know. It's just so scary." He took a deep breath and
stepped back up to the edge of the table. Bodie slipped his thumbs back
into his waistband and slid his shorts and boxers down to his ankles,
lifted his dick and balls up onto the edge of the table and laid them on
the ledge. He was tall enough that his balls and the tip of his dick barely
touched the table's polished, wooden edge. He clapped his hands over his
eyes and peeked through the fingers.
      "Guys, do you think this is a good idea?" I asked. "After seeing what
happened to my debate partner, William, when my mom cracked him in the
nuts, I'm not sure we should take any chances."
      "Don't be such a wuss." Dig said. "This can't be so bad that you'll
lose a nut over it. It just hurts for a little while. Bodie and I have both
done it before."
      Scotty took the first shot by lining up the cue ball at the opposite
end and shooting it toward Bodie. Scotty missed the quarter lying on the
felt and the cue ball just bounced off the bumper and returned to the other
end. Next, Dig took a shot and the cue ball glanced off the edge of the
quarter and careened to the side, missing Bodie. Bodie relaxed again having
escaped with his nuts unscathed.
      I lined the cue ball up just slightly off center and sighted in on
his most exposed, left testicle. Because I play pool quite a bit, I can hit
the ball pretty accurately and hard. I got down low to the table and
sighted down my cue stick. I pulled the stick back slowly and held
it. Everyone thought I was concentrating on the cue ball, but in reality I
was concentrating on the Bodie ball. I was checking it out along with the
little nuances about his dick and pubes. I was satisfying my curiosity
about his privates while I made two or three false starts on hitting the
ball. Finally, I pulled the stick back and slid it quickly and smoothly
forward, striking the cue ball dead center. The cue ball streaked down the
table directly hitting the quarter. The cue ball was launched into the air
and smashed hard into Bodies left nut.
      Bodie cried out and dropped to the ground clutching his jewels as the
cue ball bounced and clattered on the tile floor. It was a direct hit and
the rest of us cracked up laughing hysterically. I'm not sure why it's so
funny to see another teenage boy get cracked in the tender morsels, but it
is. It was extra funny that Bodie was a victim of his own stupid idea. Part
of the fascination of the game for me was getting to see Bodie's dick and
balls in the light. I hadn't seen them since he reached puberty other than
when he jacked off next to me in the dim light outside of the cabin, while
Dig was trying to fuck Rochelle. That made me curious to see them again in
full exposure. His dick was about the same size as mine, but his balls were
smaller. It was pretty much your average, run of the mill dick and ball set
with a fairly thick patch of blond pubes above it.
      We played a few more rounds and I lost twice. I had to stand on my
tippy-toes to get my balls up over the edge of the table. Because they were
so large, I joked that it was unfair since I had bigger targets than anyone
else. Fortunately, I escaped unscathed the first time as all three shooters
missed their mark. The anticipation of it was brutal, though. All I could
think about was William's missing testicle. The second time I had to lay my
goods on the line, I wasn't so lucky. Scotty was the culprit and hit what
seemed like a lucky shot that sent the cue ball flying directly into my
right testicle. It dropped me just like it had done to Bodie. Of course,
everyone was laughing and Scotty was even crowing about the direct hit he'd
just made on me. Our next game was interrupted by Kirk's arrival.
      Kirk showed up with a couple of carloads of people including his date
for the Fall Formal, Cathy Davis, along with a bunch of her friends. To my
dismay, he also had a couple twelve packs of Budweiser. I was just telling
him to turn around and take it back to his car when Goob and Little Willy
arrived along with six others from the wrestling team. I turned around to
see who all was with them and I spied one of the dorks that Kirk brought
with him filling up glasses of my dad's $300 bottle of A.H. Hirsch Reserve
Bourbon Whiskey and passing out some of his other prime stuff from the
liquor cabinet. I started screaming at them to put it back.
      "No sweat, dude. I can fix it so he'll never know." The idiot opened
a bottled water and started pouring it into the bottle of bourbon. Before I
could get to him, he had watered down more than half the bottle. The guys
he'd passed the premium bourbon to were slogging it down without any
appreciation of what they were drinking. I gathered up the other stuff that
I could and stuffed it back in the glass cupboard. I managed to snag back
his bottle of Dom. Romane Conti, a $1500 French wine from 1997. I had to
chase two assholes into the entry way by our front door to retrieve two
bottles of scotch. By the time I got back to Kirk, he had already stocked
the ice chest with beer and was gone off somewhere in the house.
      Suddenly, Hawk burst in yelling "Party time!" He too had a truckload
of baseball players and more beer. Things were out of control and I was
running from room to room trying to control an uncontrollable situation. A
group of potheads was raiding my refrigerator, couples were pairing off
into dark corners and making out, beer was getting consumed and spilled all
over the house, and someone had discovered the sound system. They figured
out how to connect their Ipod into it and were blasting Jay-Z throughout
the entire house at window rattling decibels.
      The TV was on and a group was eating the snacks, drinking beer and
watching Jackass on it. I know for a fact that we don't own the movie, so I
assumed they brought it with them. That group seemed relatively harmless
except for the booze raider who was back at it. I grabbed him by the hair
and drug him away from the cabinet. I threatened to kick his ass if he
didn't stay out of my old man's liquor. He backed away and disappeared. I
decided I'd better hide the liquor and hurried to the garage to get a
basket. I found one and hustled back into the TV room. I unloaded the
entire liquor cabinet into the basket and carried it into my father's
bedroom. I tried to open the door, but it was locked. That seemed odd since
he never locks it. I thought maybe he did so because he knew I was having
friends over. I couldn't believe how quickly out of control things had
gotten.
      I left the liquor by the door and ran to the kitchen. I got in the
drawer with the small tools in it and retrieved the tiny, long screwdriver
that could be used to open my dad's door. I just ignored the fact that the
entire contents of our fridge and pantry was spread out on the kitchen
table. Hawk was with that group and stuffing his face with what appeared to
be a pickle and cheese sandwich on rye.
      I got back just in time to shoo away another liquor thief. I inserted
the screwdriver into the slot and twisted it. My entry into the room was
quite a shock for its occupants. It took a full minute for it to register
that I was staring at a half drunk slut on her back in my father's bed,
beer can still in hand, naked from the waist down and her knees
raised. Between her legs was none other than a completely naked Dig, who
had frozen mid-hump when I walked in. The anonymous slut broke the awkward
silence by waving her beer towards me and saying, "You want the sloppy
seconds? I think first timer here's about done."
      I actually started to laugh. If I hadn't laughed, I'm sure I would
have had a screaming meltdown. What made me laugh was the imploring look on
Dig's face seeming to plead for me to let him finish what he'd started. "No
thanks. I don't like greasy leftovers. Don't either of you move for a
second." I went into the bathroom, grabbed a towel and walked over to
them. As I got close, I could see that Dig had her blouse pushed up and had
two fistfuls of rather large tits. Her large nipples protruded between his
fingers. "Lift up your hips," I demanded. She did, and I slid the towel
underneath them. "Throw the towel in the hamper over there and make the bed
when you're done. And lock the damn door behind you when you leave so no
one else comes in here."
      Dig got the biggest, most appreciative smile I've ever seen him with
and released a tit to give me a thumbs up. "Def, Rock. I'll cover
it. Thanks dude." I stashed the booze in the closet and left Dig to his
work. He'd already started back up even before I left the room and I paused
to watch just for a minute before leaving. I can't lie; it gave me a boner
to see it, with his head cocked back and his nice, firm ass humping
frantically up and down between her legs. No sooner had I locked and closed
the door than I heard Dig start groaning out loud in what surely had to be
his victory speech. I sort of regretted leaving before the end of the
match, thinking it might have been fun to watch.
      Just then, Scotty found me and said he needed my help with a
"situation" in the TV room. I followed him to find the Jackass gang
involved in a little competition where they were tying six packs of beer to
their nuts using the twisted up plastic things that hold the cans
together. The goal was to see who could get the most six packs attached and
one guy was impressively straddling the coffee table and the couch in order
to get enough clearance for his fourth six pack to be attached. That wasn't
really the problem, the problem was two large seniors in a shoving match
over one of them claiming that the other one had grabbed his dick while
attaching the cans to his nuts and was calling him a gay fucker. It was
just about to escalate into swinging fists when Scotty and I stepped in
between them. I managed to negotiate an apology from the "gay fucker" and
an admission from the violated jock that it could have been an accidental
touching. We left them with arms around each other's shoulders slurring
their words and calling each other good buddy.
      That's when Bodie started yelling for me to come into the
kitchen. Scotty and I headed in that direction and found the liquor thief
on his hands and knees barfing his guts out. A thick pool of goo was
spreading across the tile floor. It was a color not found in nature. The
stench of weed filled the kitchen and I could see Hawk blazing a hit on a
fat boge. One of barf-boy's buddies walked over to try and help his drunk
friend and slipped in the vomit and smashed his head hard on the tile. I
thought for sure he was dead. Instead, he sat up and rubbed his head and
shook it back and forth a couple times repeating, "fuck," over and over
again. I grabbed some dish towels and started wiping up. Scotty jumped in
and helped me, but Bodie started gagging and ran to the sink and tossed his
own cookies into it. At least he made it to the sink.
      We got barf-boy and concussion dude onto a chair and I intercepted
the boge and the rather large bag of raw material on the table. I took it
to the garbage disposal and threatened to grind it up. Hawk begged me not
to saying it was some premium shit. He agreed to 420 somewhere else and
went to gather his group. It took a while, but he finally returned with
them and they thankfully left. I made him take barf-boy and concussion dude
with him. That luckily wiped out most of the Jackass crowd and a number of
senior girls left with them including Dig's first experience slut. Bodie
decided to leave with Hawk and apologized for inviting him without
asking. I waved it off and went back to wiping up the vomit. Dig wandered
in with an ear to ear, shit-eating grin and a new swagger. I was honestly
sort of appalled, but I figured it was his life to screw up however he
wanted. I was dying to know if he'd at least had sense enough to wear a
rubber. That's when we heard somebody yell out "LAGNAR upstairs!"
      One after another, voices chimed in saying, "I'm in," or "Yeah!" I
definitely recognized Little Willy's voice from the wrestling team as one
of the willing participants. Then, they started chanting "LAGNAR! LAGNAR!
LAGNAR!"
      I turned to Dig and Scotty and asked what the hell is LAGNAR?" They
both shrugged. "I got a feeling we better go check it out. First, I've got
to go shut the fucking rap music off before the neighbors call the
cops. That's all I'd need." They followed me into the TV room and I pulled
the Ipod off the system and shut down the power. To be safe, I pulled the
plug on the amplifier. Then we all three headed upstairs and followed the
noise into my bedroom.
      Kirk, Cathy, Goob, Little Willy, three other boys I didn't recognize,
and four other girls were either already naked or in the process of getting
each other naked. I grabbed Little Willy by the arm just as he stood up
from exposing his nine inch boner and asked, "What the hell is going on?"
      "It's LAGNAR."
      "What's LAGNAR?"
      "Dude, seriously? LAGNAR - Let's All Get Naked And Rub. LAGNAR." He
smiled and pulled me into the crowd where some girl pulled my shirt off
while Goob pulled my shorts down. My first reaction was to scream for
everyone to get out, but as soon as I felt Scotty's naked dick rubbing up
and down in my crack while some unidentified chick was sliding her breasts
across my chest, my resolve faded. Soon there was a mass of naked flesh,
tits and asses, hands and feet, lips and genitals slipping and sliding all
over each other. We spilled on and off the bed and onto the floor, then
sometimes back on the bed. Somebody was sucking on my toe and some chick
slapped Dig hard in the face and warned him if he stuck it in her cunt one
more time she was gonna bite it off. "LAGNAR means rubbing only, asshole!"
she exclaimed. I'm sure he didn't know the rules since I didn't either, and
I figured he thought he'd gotten a chance to get lucky twice in one night.
      I had two fistfuls of Little Willy's nine incher and was stroking him
off while some random chick was getting her jollies by rubbing herself off
on my Achilles heel. It was all slimy and felt weird. I was leaning on my
elbows and up on my knees. If I hadn't been in such good wrestling shape, I
couldn't have held the position for as long as I did. Her breasts were
pressed against my ass cheeks. I was fascinated by the almost cartoon
looking, massive dick I was stroking. It was like someone had Photoshopped
some porn star's giant dick onto Little Willy's small body. Scotty was
lying under me parallel to Little Willy sucking on my dick's tip and balls
as Little Willy jacked him off next to his face. I felt Little Willy tense
up and I knew what was coming. I sped up the two handed pumping action on
his big dick until he shot his load. I quickly followed by jizzing into
Scotty's mouth and face and soon all the guys were spreading their cum over
the various naked bodies. When Kirk shot and collapsed onto Cathy's naked
and now gooey chest, it marked the end of the event. We all lay there
panting until the doorbell rang.
      Never in my life have I known fear like that moment. Panic raced
through me. "Holy shit, everybody get dressed. It might be the cops."
People started grabbing clothes and quickly gave up finding their own and
just grabbed anything. I almost laughed out loud in spite of my panic when
Goob pulled on a pair of pink panties with his still erect dick peeking out
of the waistband. I swear he did it on purpose. I just opened a drawer and
grabbed some clean boxers and Scotty borrowed some as well. So did Little
Willy. I pulled on a t-shirt and some shorts and headed downstairs as the
bell rang for the third time. I peeked out of the peep hole and breathed a
huge sigh of relief. It was Hawk. He'd left his wallet and came back for it
after dropping everyone else off.
      I went upstairs and announced the false alarm and everyone started
changing back into their own clothes. In the end, I was left with a light
blue bra, two pair of g-string panties and a pair of Bjorn Borg boxer
briefs. I managed to get Kirk to round up his crowd and leave and Dig left
with them. Before he left, Dig asked if I wanted help cleaning up. I told
him I'd rather everyone just left so they couldn't make any more of a
mess. Dig smiled at that and said, "Dude, thanks for not making me stop
what I was doing in there earlier. I owe you one."
      "You're welcome, I guess. So how was it? Everything you dreamed of?"
      "Well. It felt awesome, don't get me wrong. But I think it would be
better if you were like emotionally into it. I wish I hadn't fucked things
up with Rochelle."
      "Did you at least wear a condom?"
      "Shit yeah. She had one with her. Actually, she had a whole
collection. She made me show her my boner so she knew which size to use."
      "How romantic." He let out his familiar chuckle and made a fist. I
bumped knuckles with him and he followed the crowd out the door. I turned
to Scotty and smiled. "So much for having a few friends over to watch a
movie."
      He started to laugh and I started to laugh. We laughed long and
hard. We laughed as we cleaned up the TV room and rubbed the carpet with
rags to soak up as much of the spilled beer as possible. I forgot about the
liquor I'd taken out of the cabinet and stashed in my Dad's closet,
however. I could still smell the spilled beer in the carpet. There was
obviously no hope of getting the smell out before my Dad came home, so I
figured I'd prepare him ahead of time with a nice long text message in the
morning. Despite the hopelessness of it, we opened all the windows and
turned on all the ceiling fans to try and air things out. I sprayed Lysol
all over the house, especially in the kitchen where they'd been
blazing. The cold air made us chill and we put dark colored sweats back on
that we had used for the sign swiping operation.
      Scotty really laughed his ass off as I sniffed my father's sheets to
make sure there was no evidence of what had gone on in there. Finding no
detectable signs of Dig's residual DNA, I carefully remade the bed and took
the soiled towel they'd used to the laundry. I started a load of wash while
Scotty vacuumed.
      When the house was back in as good of shape as we could get it, we
plopped down onto the couch in the living room and stared at each other. We
broke into stupid laughter again. Then Scotty slid over next to me and
pulled me in for a kiss. We made out for a bit, but I was so sexually and
emotionally spent from all I'd done earlier in the day that I really didn't
even get hard over it. I just enjoyed the closeness and he seemed to sense
it and didn't try to take it any farther than just holding each other and
kissing. I got up and started up the gas log in the fireplace. We moved
over next to it, sitting on the plush carpet and enjoyed the radiating
warmth. We began making out again and occasionally, he would pull away and
lightly brush my cheek while he stared into my eyes, then move back in
slowly for another sweet kiss. I loved it.
      After a bit, he slid down and laid his head on my lap. I pulled his
sweatshirt up and tickled his back while we chatted. We talked about our
lives and our dreams. We laughed over all that had happened that day. He
revealed to me that after yesterday's wrestling meet, he was determined to
improve and take a shot at a scholarship in it. He knew his family couldn't
really afford college for him and he thought wrestling was his best shot at
being able to go.
      "Go for it," I said. "You can do anything you put your mind to." He
smiled appreciatively at me for my confidence in him. I told him about
Dig's private lessons and Scotty asked how much they cost. He was
pleasantly surprised by the cost and thought he could manage it. "Do it
Scotty. I know you can be a State Champ. How cool would it be for you, me
and Dig to all win at State the next two years?"
      Scotty rolled over and looked me in the eyes. He reached up and
pulled me down close and pressed his lips tenderly into his. He held me
there a full minute, quivering. He released me from the kiss and spoke
softly, "I love you, Kyle."
      "I love you too, Scotty." We kissed again.
      I sat back up and rubbed his abs and chest with my hand as we enjoyed
the comfortable silence and I reveled in our newly proclaimed status of
being officially in love with each other. Whatever the consequences of the
day's events might be coming to me, I didn't really worry about them
anymore because now, I knew for sure, Scotty was there for me. Scotty loved
me.
      "I wonder how things went for William at Brenda's house tonight. I
wish I could've been a fly on the wall there," I commented after a long
period of silence.
      "I know. I like William. He's so refreshingly honest and innocent."
      "Yeah, once you figure that part out, you can't help but like him. It
worries me though about what's going on with his old man and
him. Something's not right."
      "Why do you say that?"
      I filled Scotty in on all the crap I'd witnessed. I shared the little
innuendos and about the creepy guy in the old car with the garbage sacks. I
shared the bizarre experience in William's bedroom when his father wanted
William to expose his dick to him. I told him how William's countenance
changes whenever the subject of his father comes up. Then I came up with an
incredibly stupid idea.
      "Let's go over to William's house and see if we can find out what's
going on. I've been thinking about it, and I have a hunch that if we can
find one of those trash bags in William's garbage, we might get some kind
of clue."
      "I don't know. I'm not sure that's a good idea. Things haven't really
been going according to plan for us tonight," Scotty said as he sat up. "I
think we better just stay home."
      "Please. I really want to know what's going on in case William needs
us to intervene for him. But, honestly, I'm kind of scared to go there
alone."
      "All right. Let's go. We gonna run?"
      "No, we'll take my car."
      "Your car? You don't even have a license yet."
      "I know, but I have a car. It's meant for me when I'm old enough and
it's sweet. I already drove it earlier today to get to the decorating
committee meeting on time. Well, almost on time. I'm pretty sure my dad
came home while I was gone and I'm already busted, so I might as well take
it again. I can't get in any worse trouble for it. We'll just go over there
and check out the trash and then come right back."
      I grabbed a flashlight and a dark beanie for both of us and we headed
to the garage. As we passed my dad's bedroom, I remembered the liquor. I
thought about asking Scotty to remind me to put it back when we got home,
but then I remembered the missing dildo and decided I better deal with it
now just in case my dad came home for some reason. I opened the bedroom
door and retrieved the basket of liquor. I thought about where I could just
stash it until we got home, but I couldn't really come up with a suitable
place. I decided just to put it in the trunk of my car and that way, I'd be
sure to remember to get it out and replace it when we got home.
      "Scotty, remind me to put all this back in the liquor cabinet when we
get home, okay?"
      "Sure. I'll try to remember."
      I climbed in behind the wheel, opened the garage door and started the
engine.
      "Do you think this is a good idea?" Scotty asked one last time.
      "No, it's a really stupid, bad idea. Buckle up. Let's go!"